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Awakening the Ancient Holy Body Is Directly Invincible in the World
9:03 In the morning. Sunlight squeezed in through the gaps in the blinds, drawing neat strips of light on the dark wooden floor. Yan Changhui was sitting by the window in the clinic, holding a white porcelain teacup in one hand and flipping through the newspaper with the other. Today's Dahongpao brewed well. The third brew, Yanyun was just right. He took a sip, turned the newspaper to the social section, and stopped at a piece of news - "A new victim has been added to the serial disappearance ca
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I Draw Out the Controllable Core
... Therefore, we can conclude that the Klein-Gordon equation plays a key role in the development of relativistic quantum mechanics..." The old professor on the podium was talking with great passion. In the back row of the classroom, by the window, Shen Buqi's head was following the professor's cadences, performing a very regular movement, like a chicken pecking at rice. The sun shines through the window, coating his slightly messy black hair with a lazy golden layer. He just lay on the table, h
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Going Down the Mountain, the World's Big Guys Knelt Down to Ask for Advice.
Pingkangfang, Pinjin Cave. Today is the fiftieth birthday of Mr. Zhou, the Minister of Household Affairs. Half of the dignitaries in the capital have crowded into Shuyu Tower. The sound of silk and bamboo, the sound of urging people to drink, and the delicate laughter of women mixed together, making people feel dizzy. Gold bottles and jade cups, fragrant clothes and shadows on the temples, everyone has a smile on their face and speaks words that don't mean it. At the end of this bustling area, b
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The Treasury Surplus System Has Unlimited Recharge
My head hurts. It was as if thousands of steel needles had been pierced into my brain, turning everything upside down. Xie Zhiwei struggled to open his eyes. His vision was blurry at first, and then slowly focused. What came into view were the simple wooden beams, and the air was filled with an indescribable medicinal smell, bitter and mixed with a hint of staleness. Where is this?
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